Okay so my last Scooby Doo story that I was working on sucked banainai. So I'm doing what any self-respecting author would do...

Trash the garbage and write something else!

Exaggerated yaay.

Anyways, random idea but it just came to me whilst drawing so yeah. Also I saw a picture of a young Shaggy on Shaggy and Scooby Doo Get a Clue so that was a big inspiration :3

Enjoy.

Small hands clasped onto two pieces of string before tying the two in a neat and tidy bow. Books were piled high next to the owner of the bow, loose pieces of paper hanging loosely from the small space between pages. A young boy stood up from his spot on the bottom step of the stairs and straightened himself up. He de-creased his clothes, and pushed his small framed glasses further up his nose.

He took one last look in the mirror to see if he was decent enough to leave his home. He went through his check list just to make sure; Clothes - Smart. Hair - Clean and tidy. Teeth - Squeaky clean.

Everything was perfect, just how he ought to be. Even so, he may have been dressed correctly, but there was no smile between his freckly cheeks. That was the most important feature his mother told him years ago. Something his father didn't seem to care too much for.

Deciding that it wasn't important, the young boy picked up his books and notes before placing them neatly in his bag and then placed the bag over his shoulder, using only one strap.
He placed his hand upon the door handle and opened the door slightly.

His action was quickly interrupted though, as a larger, much stronger hand slammed against the cold wood and clasped the door shut in one quick motion.

The boy let out breathless yelp and jumped at the sudden motion. He quickly turned around to be faced with a much older man wearing a smart suit. His dark brown hair was gelled back perfectly and his smile had a dazzle in it. Or it would if he had a smile upon his tanned face.

"Norville Rogers!" The older man sneered, removing his hand from the door. The young boy looked up at him as he folded his arms in the disapproving manner, a notion Norville saw a lot. "Yes dad" he squeaked nervously. He had checked everything, his hair, his clothes... What could his dad be mad about? He never cared about the smiling thing so it couldn't be that.

Finally, the young boy got his answer as his father grabbed his bag from his shoulder and held it up close to his face. "What did you think you were doing?" the man yelled. Norville gulped instantly, "I-I dunno... I just had it on my shoulder" he mumbled timidly. His hand grabbed at his arm where he scratched himself nervously. A habit his father also disapproved of, which he showed by grabbing the boy's hand and pulling him closer with more force then was needed. "When will I finally stop needing to tell you? You use both straps on both shoulders!" Mr. Rogers snapped, ruffly placing the backpack on his son's shoulders in the proper manner. Norville looked down and sighed.

Mr. Rogers noticed it and pushed the child's shoulder harshly, knocking Norville back a few steps. "You should be grateful you twerp. Now you don't look like one of those good for nothing beatniks" he hissed.

The ten year old frowned at the floor. He wouldn't dare look up at his father, "But everyone laughs at me" he whispered under his breath quietly. It was too quiet for his father to hear, just as he had hoped for, as the man opened the front door and pointed towards the outside world.

"Don't you dare be late for School" Mr. Rogers threatened. Norville didn't bother to protest, there was no winning with his father. So he did as he was told and stepped out into the warm sunny day.

He tried to begin his walk down the path, only to have his father's hand grasp down onto his shoulder once again. Stunned, he looked up to see Mr. Rogers waving to the neighbors who were out relaxing in their gardens. "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Redgrave" he called cheerfully. Norville rolled his eyes as the couple called back enthusiastically, buying every word his father said to them.

After they each said their final words, Mr. Rogers knelled down and looked his son in the eyes. "Have a great day son, I love you" he said, a lot louder then he needed to, before he leaned it and planted a kiss on Norville's cheek, much to the boy's disgust. As his father stood up, Norville wiped his cheek with his sleeve before muttering a goodbye and racing down the path.

A young red haired girl skipped along the pavement happily. Her purple dress flew with the soft breeze while her hair somehow stayed perfect. Her small purple purse strap was over her shoulder as she skipped along, the heels on her white boots clanking against the concrete.

She remained that way for a while as she passed the many number of large, privet owned houses, each one looking less expensive then the last. Her house was the one at the very top of the street, the biggest of all houses, with it's own pool and labyrinth styled garden.

Still, all of that meant much more to her parents then it did to her. Although she was quite fond of her pony, that she would admit to. Other then that though, she wasn't too fussy. Not like a lot of other kids she knew of around this town. Selfish, greedy, horrible towards other people... The red head may be young, but she was wise enough to see the result of spoiled rich kids pushing around the other kids simply because they didn't like what they saw. Daphne Blake had seen it first hand with her best friend, she had seen the kind of hurt that it brought someone, and she swore that she would never let herself get completely spoiled like that.

Daphne looked at her diamond covered watch and read out the time to herself. She then looked up to see a young boy in beige pants and a green stripy polo shirt, tucked in of course, walking down the path ahead of her.

The red head smiled widely and quickened her pace to join him. "Norville!" she cried out with her arms spread wide open, catching the boys attention.

The said boy didn't have a moment to turn his head as a body, no bigger then his, crashed down on him, grabbing him in a tight bear hug. "Gah Daphne cut it out" he whined, wiggling his way out of her grip. The red head giggled to herself as she watched his attempts to straighten out his clothes. "You know my dad will kill me if I come home like this" Norville explained while tucking his shirt back in.

"But I hate those clothes. I'm sorry but those pants and that shirt just don't go" Daphne complained dramatically. Norville frowned, "My dad told me to wear it" he muttered miserably, straightening out his backpack, straps on both shoulders. The young girl shrugged before the two continued walking down their path. "Do you have to do everything your dad tells you?" the girl questioned, though to Norville it sounded more like a lecture. "Yes I do" he huffed, sick of repeating himself. "But why?" she pressed on. Norville turned to face her, "Because I'm only ten years old" he moaned loudly.

"So? I'm nine years old and I don't do a thing my dad tells me to do" she laughed. Daphne's eyes widened with joy as she saw a small, goofy smile spread across her friends face. Recently she had to wait a lot longer in the day to see one of them. It was truly a rare sight.

Sadly it was short lived as the two children were pushed onto the floor by a passing bicycle. "What was that?" Norville asked, placing a hand to his head. Daphne was about to reply, before someone beat her to it.

"Hey if it isn't Beauty and the Geek!"

Daphne and Norville didn't need to look to know who it was, that didn't stop them though. What they saw was a young blonde boy on a red bike and wearing an orange ascot. They knew perfectly who this was. "Fred Jones! What are you doing?" Daphne yelled angrily. Fred simply laughed at her, putting his feet back on the peddles and moving his bike slightly forward. "What's it look like? I'm taking out nerds!" he yelled wildly, whilst spinning his bike around before skidding through a puddle, mud splashing all over Norville.

The two children stared at each other in shock before watching the blonde ride away, leaving a trail of laughter.

Daphne grabbed Norville's arm and helped him off the ground. He didn't thank her though, his mind was to fixed on the mud. "What am I going to do?" he gasped, grabbing as his usually smoothed down hair, which was now sticky and dirty. "It's going to be okay Norvie" she said, trying to reassure him, but he wasn't listening. "I'm completely covered in dirt. My dad's gonna kill me if he finds out!" he shook his head frantically, "I-I can't go home like this! I just can't" he cried, trying to rub as much mud off as possible, ignoring the red head as she tried to say something.

Daphne grabbed his arms and shook him frantically, "Calm down!" she yelled loudly, finally getting his attention. "There's a hosepipe in my garden, we have enough time to go back and use it" she smiled reassuringly. Norville simply gulped as the girl grabbed his hand and lead him back down the road, praying that his dad wouldn't notice as they passed his house.

Feeling the wind flowing through his hair, Fred cheered and raised his palm up high, as if attempting to grab the attention of the entire world. "Whoooo! Check this out!" he cried, doing a few tricks with his bike.

He only simmered down when noticing a young girl walking ahead of him. She had thick framed glasses on and was carrying a high pile of books in her hands. The blonde's smile grew deeper as he peddled faster.

Soon it wasn't long before he had rode up to the side of the younger girl and pushed her to the ground, letting paper and books fly about everywhere.

The young girl yelped as she felt the hard concrete meet with her bottom. Her glasses had fallen off her face, so with a frantic hand she felt around. "My glasses!" she cries out until eventually she found them and placed them back upon her face. Her vision was once and clear, and just in time to see the older blonde boy ride down the path. "You idiotic freakwad!" she yelled angrily before picking up her books and carrying on her journey to School.

Chapter one done. Booya.

Anyway, just so you know I am going to be using Shaggy's real name for a lot of the chapters. I think it will only be near the end, if not then the last chapter where Shaggy get's his nickname. If his real name annoys you then tuff! Hahahaha...

Lol I'm just kidding. I have a reason for this anyway, so bare with.

If you would like to see chapter 2 then please let me know in the reviews as they are a real kick in the butt for updating.

Thank you x